Gemotions

The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. The manuscript, “Whispers in the Wind,” was a constant presence, a phantom limb that ached. The knowledge of its existence had permeated every aspect of her life. Sarah couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in her perception of James.

She’d started locking her phone, even when she was just going to the bathroom. The habit of checking his whereabouts grew. She found herself analyzing his every word, his every gesture. Did he know she knew?

One morning, she woke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. A nightmare. James was smiling at her, but his eyes… they were filled with a detached curiosity.